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Out of Sight, Out of Mind

It broke my heart, but I threw away the lasting remnants of Thanksgiving dinner. Right into the garbage can, I did. Dumped that sweet potato casserole with the brown sugar topping, pitched that gravy and even the mashed potatoes. I just had to because I was eating all of it. By myself. And my scale was hating me and my body was feeling every one of those extra pounds when I rejoined my workout partners yesterday. You will notice that I waited until I had polished off all the macaroni and cheese as well as the remaining pie slices that were left when my family departed on Saturday. And I don't really even like pie that much. That's the problem with Thanksgiving dinner...it's just for eating, and eating, and eating.
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Anonymous said…
That's the way; I too would have done the same thing. I've even been known to though perfectly good chocolate in the garbage.
11/28/2006 11:26 PM
Mary Ellen said…
I, on the other hand, was highly annoyed when I opened the refrigerator that evening and realized after having 41 people here and tons of food that nothing except a little dessert and a few pieces of pumpking bread got left behind! I LOVE turkey sandwiches for a lunch for a couple of days after Thanksgiving but everyone who left took home leftovers and nothing got left behind...grrrr...
11/29/2006 12:27 AM
Barb said…
Me too! I actually had the last of the stuffing and gravy for breakfast this morning. That's it. Thanksgiving is officially over in this house.
11/29/2006 4:07 PM
Anonymous said…
I admire your willpower! I'm cleaning out my fridge today; fortunately, there were only a few small containers left. (I had a busy week, which is how I am justifying my procrastination).
12/02/2006 3:58 PM
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